It occurred to me tonight that there's one thing that really makes a house a home - it's coming home to the great aroma that says food is cooking. And good food at that.
I've been blessed with the ability to make meals called "packet cooking". Not a new concept, mind you - you put chicken or beef in a foil "packet", fold over the edges tight and pop them in the oven. Simple, and not messy. Thankful for the un-messy part.
It was several years ago that Reynolds came out with the packet cooking advertising campaign. I started making them when still a bachelor, and I'd like to think that it was one of those qualities Marilee thought was worth hanging on to - "Wow, and he can cook, too?"
Anyway, it was my "turn" to cook, and we had "Pizzeria Chicken". Simple enough: garlic-impregnated chicken breasts with spaghetti sauce, mozzarella cheese, pepperoni, and a few choice veggies including chopped green and red bell peppers and onions. I even did the chopping.
It looked like we'd have plenty left over for, surprisingly enough, leftovers, but didn't turn out that way. Chris came over to get some mail that had been delivered here, and when asked if he'd had dinner yet, well, so much for the leftovers. But all was good - in fact, damn it was good.
Every one enjoyed it so much that it made me cry.
Wait - that was the onions talking...
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